Would The Mystery Guest Blogger Please Sign In?

Ok, put the bottle of prozac down. You don't need it. I promise. Well, you might need some strong booze to handle the shock of it all, but nothing that will alter your brain chemistry that dramatically. A nice single malt might do.

Or some Pabst Blue Ribbon. If you've got it handy.

Then again, if you're reading this blog, you probably don't need your brain chemistry altered at all, it being wacky already.

{Ed.-Off to a great start, I see. Insulting the audience. Way to go, bonehead!}

Anyway, since neither of the two boys who run this site on a regular basis told you to specifically expect my presence during Robbo's absence, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kathy and you can normally find me blogging up a storm about nothing in particular at the Cake Eater Chronicles. If you're a regular reader of the Llamabutchers, you might know who I am, given the number of links these wonderful, wonderful gentlemen give me on a regular basis, but in case you don't....well, I'm a writer/haus frau who lives in the Twin Cities Province of the People's Republic of Minnesota. I write about anything that interests me. That might be politics. That might be Silly Germans. You never quite know what will trip my trigger. Since Steve told me I could write about whatever I wanted to when I signed up for this gig, well, this seems like a particularly good fit.

In an effort to live up to the heady Cultural Standards of The Llamabutchers in Robbo's absence, I will try to get in at least one gratuitous Bach post. I might have to hit up my sister for tales of little girls run amok, but I'm sure it can be done, my niece being just as amusing as Robbo's gels. As far as Civil War/Revolutionary War book blogging, well, you can forget about it. Ain't gonna happen. What about the rest? you ask. Mother of God! Don't leave us hanging! TELL US! Well, you'll just have to keep checking in to see what the three of us come up with to fill the gaping hole Robbo's trip to Disneyworld has ripped in the fabric of Llama space/time.

I'm looking forward to what I assume shall be an enlightening and fun week (or however long I signed up for this job). I hope you'll enjoy it.

YIPS from Steve: Hey now, the official cheap beer of the LLamabutchers is Carling Black Label! ($12.95 a keg at Nutmeg State Package Store back in the day. By the way, do any other states other than Connecticut refer to their liquor stores as "packies"?)